Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.
Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties.
It is often our best friends who throw us down.
Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
Because one doesn't like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God.
Beauty is as useful as the useful. More so, perhaps. (Le beau est aussi utile que l'utile. Plus peut-etre.)
Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.
He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.
And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste Shall others continue, but never complete. For none upon earth can achieve his scheme; The best as the worst are futile here: We wake at the self-same point of the dream, All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.
Inspiration and genius -one and the same.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. . . . For half a century I have been writing thoughts in prose, verse, history, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song. I have tried them all, but I feel I have not said a thousandth part of that which is within me. When I go down to the grave, I can say "I have finished my day's work," but I cannot say "I have finished my life's work."
God will bless you,' said he, 'you are an angel since you take care of the flowers.' 'No,' she replied. 'I am the devil, but that's all the same to me.
You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.
If nobody loved, the sun would go out.
Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Logic ignores the almost, just as the sun ignores the candle.
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
A war between Europeans is a civil war.
For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.
Give to a being the useless, and deprive him of the needful, and you have the gamin.
God made only water, but man made wine.
When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?
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